THE SHORT STORY AFTER THE AFTERWORD
Yuri will save the world.
“Yo, Ayano! You better have those boobies ready for me!”
“As you wish.”
“Mwa-ha-ha! Boing, boing! They’re so soft!”
Ayano lay down on the bed while Yuki lay on top of her, rubbing her face in the maid’s chest. However, once her master had calmed down enough, the maid asked:
“Is everything okay? This was rather sudden.”
As far as Ayano knew, nothing happened to Yuki today that would have stressed her out that much, and yet she sought comfort. Therefore, it was only natural for Ayano to worry that something bad had happened without her knowledge.
Yuki slowly lifted her head out from between the booby pillows, then slowly got off Ayano while simultaneously and naturally unhooking the maid’s bra (through the fabric of her maid uniform, to boot) as well, and it all happened within the span of a second. Yuki then immediately began to squeeze her maid’s freed chest while tilting her head heavily to one side.
“I don’t know… It’s just… Work for the school festival committee has been really heavy lately. Everything has been so serious, so I just need to blow off some steam…”
“I hope this will help, then.”
“It will. Yuri will save the world. It doesn’t matter how brutal the war gets or how depressing the situation becomes, because once you have two attractive young girls share love for each other, everything looks beautiful in the end!”
“…”
Yuki’s conversations were always a little difficult for Ayano to keep up with, but she still boldly continued to fondle her while paying no attention to how her maid was reacting.
“And boobs will save the world, too! Boobs can make anyone happy! In other words, world peace is actually achievable through the power of yuri and boobs!”
She then immediately took out her smartphone and called someone, and the instant that certain someone answered the phone, she yelled:
“You feel the same way, right, bro?!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Blah, blah, blah! Brrrt! Hubba, hubba! Boing, boing, boing!”
“Oh, definitely. Still, while two girls fondling each other’s rack on the bed is nice, I actually prefer seeing two girls simply brushing each other’s hair. Something about it hits just right.”
“…?! Wh-what a convincing argument… I have been defeated… I was wrong, bro. It was foolish of me to try to combine too many fetishes into one.”
“Yeah, sometimes keeping things simple is best. Yuri is good on its own, just like boobs are perfectly good on their own as well.”
“Heh! Says the guy who has never even touched a boob in his life!”
“Hey, I thought we were—”
Yuki hung up before he could even finish his sentence, then got off Ayano and snapped.
“Yo, Ayano! Music, now! Play something elegant and relaxing…and nice and romantic but nothing too lewd!”
“Very well.”
Although the requests were ambiguous and ridiculous, Ayano beautifully met her master’s needs, selecting the perfect background music for the room. After Yuki nodded with evident satisfaction, she quickly slipped behind Ayano, wrapped her arms around her maid’s stomach, then rested her chin on her shoulder while whispering alluringly into Ayano’s ear with a mature expression:
“Oh my. Ayano…”
“L-Lady Yuki…?”
“Giggle. What’s wrong…? Your hair is so messy.”
Ayano’s hair was really messy because a certain someone had been using her as a body pillow up until a few moments ago, but that thought didn’t even cross Yuki’s mind while she reached for a brush.
“What would you do without me? Come here and let me brush your hair for you.”
“N-no, I could never ask you to do such a thing…”
“It’s okay. You’re my cute little sister, after all.”
“Ah…”
Yuki strangely gave off the aura of a big sister as she gently grabbed Ayano’s hair. Having said that, Yuki was tinier than Ayano, and that became especially apparent while they sat on the bed together, so in reality, there was nothing objectively big-sister about her at all.
“Your hair is so pretty… Just like a princess.”
“Th-thank you… I have a lot of hair, so it becomes difficult to manage at times…”
“In other words, this beautiful hair is a monument of all your hard work,” Yuki said, grinning confidently as she lifted up Ayano’s hair…and slowly kissed her on the back of the neck.
“Ahhh! Lady Yuki…?!”
“Giggle. You’re so cute, Ayano.”
Her alluring whispers tickled the back of Ayano’s neck, making her eyes widen.
“I—I…,” awkwardly stuttered the maid.
“Hmm?”
“Would it be okay if I took a shower?”
“You trying to take this to the next level?”
Yuki flicked Ayano on the forehead, and she let out a cute “Oof.” She then swiftly stepped away from her maid and cut off the music, once again returning tranquility to the room.
“That was a close one… We almost went beyond your traditional fan service scene and turned that into a sexy scene,” said Yuki, deeply sighing.
“Fan service scene?”
“Yep. Some good ol’ FSS,” she replied, staring off into the distance until she suddenly snorted smugly. Ayano followed her gaze, but she didn’t see anything, which only made her more confused.
“Um… Lady Yuki? What are you looking at?”
“Huh? Oh. A camera that’s invisible to stupid people.”
“…! I knew it, Lady Yuki. The world you live in truly is different from the one that unenlightened fools such as myself live in…!”
“It was a joke…,” replied Yuki with an exhausted glare when suddenly, her phone began to vibrate. Displayed on the screen was a single text, reading:
By the way, yuri has to be natural. Nobody likes forced GL.
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